Sorry to people who were waiting for this! It took me a while to do . . . anyway, I just wanna say I've really changed the plot from what I was originally gonna do. This isn't exactly gonna be a predictable Mpreg story, there's gonna be a copule of twists and I'm not sure if everyone reading will like it. However, I hope you stick with it nevertheless, and enjoy this chapter!

"Are we gonna tell the others about us?" Kendall asked as they left the bathroom some time later, now completely cleaned up.

"Yeah, I guess," James replied. "I mean, they'll find out eventually either way. I think it'd be better if we told them."

"Yeah." Kendall sighed as he took a pair of boxers out of one of the drawers and pulled them on. "I just hope they don't react badly."

"Yeah, that would suck," James said, starting to get dressed too. "I don't think they will, though. It seems unlike them, y'know?"

Kendall nodded, pulling his t-shirt back on. Suddenly there was a call from the other room. "James? Kendall? You here?"

James shut his eyes in a grimace. "Ok. Let's do this." He took Kendall's hand and they went out into the kitchen.

Logan and Carlos smiled in greeting. "Hey, guys, we were gonna order pizza, so we wanted to see if . . ." Carlos stopped talking when he saw them holding hands. "If . . . ok, what's up with that?"

James gave Kendall's hand a comforting squeeze. "Well . . . Kendall and I are together now."

"Oh?" Logan raised his eyebrows. "Since when?"

"Um . . ." James glanced at his watch. "About an hour ago."

Logan smiled. "Typical." He stood up and grabbed the cordless phone from the kitchen counter. "Well, I'm cool with it; just don't start making out in front of me."

Kendall grinned, delighted at being accepted. "It's a deal."

The next morning, Kendall was talking to Tyler in the lobby when James walked up to him. He'd been planning what to say for a while now, so he was finally ready. "Hey Tyler, I just saw your mom and she said she wants to put you in a dog foor commercial."

"What?" Tyler ran away without another word.

Kendall turned to look at James. "Any specific reason you just did that?"

"You wanna see a movie tonight?" James asked him, flashing that irresistible smile.

"Yeah, ok. That's fine." Kendall paused. "Better than fine."

James grinned. "How about we head out at, maybe 8:00?"

"Sure. So, I'll see you at 7:30?"

"I'll see you there."

Kendall smiled, and even as he continued on his way to the pool, he couldn't fight the grin on his face.

"What movie should I get?" James asked once he was back in 2J, looking over at Carlos and Logan. The two were sitting on the couch and playing a video game, and James had to repeat his question in a yell to be heard.

Logan and Carlos reluctantly got up and looked at the movies listed on the computer screen. Get this one," Carlos said, pointing at a movie called 'Victim'.

"Why?" James looked at it. "I've never heard of that. Hell, I've never heard of any of these movies!"

"Yeah, but 'Victim' is a horror movie."

"So?"

"Well, to be more specific, it's the kind of horror movie that you like; the kind with torture and lots of blood."

"And . . .?"

Carlos smacked James on the back of the head. "Dude! You know Kendall likes all that Paranormal Activity stuff, but he hates bloody stuff! It's like, the one thing that creeps him out!"

"But why is that good? Why would I take him to a movie he'd be scared at?" James paused, smiling slowly. "Ohh. I get it."


James met Kendall in the apartment at 7:30 and they headed downstairs to the lobby. However, when they got there, Mr. Bitters stepped in front of them. "Sorry, boys. No leaving The Palmowoods tonight."

"And why is that?" James demanded, getting irritated.

"One word for you. Fangirls."

Kendall and James made terrfied faces.

"Exactly. Today is one of their bad days, so they're all outside the hotel, waiting for anyone of their teen idols to walk out the door. Just go back upstairs and stop bothering me, then you can do your stupid teenage things tomorrow."

Kendall and James both mumbled a lot of bad swaer words on the way back to the apartment. "I'm sorry about this, Kendall," James said with a sigh.

Kendall shrugged. "Don't worry. It's not really a big deal." As they went back into the apartment, he added, "We can just watch a DVD or something instead."

James nodded. "Actualyy, I don't really mind missing Victim. It looked a little heavy."

"Vctim? That's the gory one, right?"

James bit his lip, but nodded. "Uh huh . . . maybe I should've picked something else?"

"It doesn't really matter now." Kendall rolled his eyes. "But seriously Jamie, if you were trying to scare me so I'd just fall into your arms, you should've said so." He looked around before putting on a mock scared face and yelling, "Oh no, a swirly slide! Protect me!"

James started laughing and wound his arms around Kendall's waist, pulling him close to his chest. "Don't worry, baby. I'll protect you."

"Enough!" Carlos yelled as he passed. "I thought we had a deal!"

"Do you see any kissing here?" James asked, smirking. He ran his hands up and down Kendall's sides, making him shiver faintly and start giggling.

"Will you stop feeling him?" Katie demanded as she walked past. "It's creeping me out."

"Yeah, well." Kendall rested his head in the crook of James's neck. "It's a little late to say that, isn't it Jamie?" he said, softly enough for Katie not to hear. But not softly enough.

"Ugh!" Carlos looked horrified. "I'm scarred for life! Ohmygod I'm not longer innocent . . . oh my poor virgin ears . . ."

"Can someone even have virgin ears?" Logan asked, coming into the kitchen.

"Apparently," Katie replied, walking towards the door with a towel in hand. "I'm off to the pool; I don't know how much more of this I can take."

"I'm with you on that," Logan and Carlos both said at once, following her out.

Kendall started to laugh. "Well, we scared everyone into going to the pool at night."

James grinned. "Is that bad? We're alone now."

He led Kendall over to the couch and pushed him down onto his back, before lying down and straddling his waist. With Kendall now pinned underneath him, James placed a slow, tender kiss on his soft lips. Kendall let out a happy sigh, wrapping his arms around James's neck and his legs around James's waist. This time it was Kendall who requested entrance into James's mouth, and he immediately got it. As their tongues tangled, James's arms wound around the small of Kendall's back and moved to his ass, giving it a squeeze and making Kendall groan. It was safe to say their movie was long forgotten.

The door to the apartment opened, but they were too wrapped up in each other to notice. They didn't react until they head, "Ahem."

James turned to see who it was and Kendall looked up. Both their jaws dropped open. They were actually in too much shock to move. Mrs Knight kept staring at them. "Care to explain this?"

Suddenly Kendall could move, and he immediately detached himself from James. "This . . . er . . . not what it looks like . . ."

"Really?" Mrs Knight stood in front of them, arms folded. "Because it looks like you and James are a little more than friends, and you were getting a little intimate on our couch."

Kendall sighed, sitting with his arms folded. "Fine. It is what it looks like."

Mrs Knight nodded. "I thought so."

"Are you mad?" Kendall sounded so worried.

"No, of course not. I already knew you were gay, sweetheart. It's not a big deal. However, you do realise what I have to do now."

"No, we don't," James said, looking confused.

"I've got no choice but to give you . . . The Talk."

She received two identical groans in reply and rolled her eyes. "This is no picnic for me either, boys. Now just listen to what I say and we can all pretend this didn't happen . . ."


Two weeks later, James and Kendall's relationship was going great. They'd been on plenty of dates, sometimes to a movie, or to dinner. They'd gone to the beach once. But work with Gustavo often got in the way. Their record producer didn't even know they were together, and they planned to keep it that way. For now, at least.

But on the Monday of the third week, things started to get complicated. Though they didn't realise that it was at first. Kendall had woken up that morning in James's arms, like every morning. However, this time Kendall didn't wait for James to wake up. He felt a terrible cramp in his stomach. He ignored it, but then it came back, only stronger. Kendall had eventually leaped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom, puking up whatever the hell he had eaten the night before. He coughed and choked, feeling his head pound very painfully. He finally managed to get back on his feet, brushing his teeth and heading into the kitchen. He didn't trust himself with eating, so he got a glass of water and sat down at the table, trying to calm down his unsteady breathing. The icy drink managed to cool down his feverish face and help his headache a little.

James walked into the kitchen, sitting down next to Kendall and placing a soft kiss on his lips. "Morning, Kenny."

Kendall smiled against James's lips, kissing him back. "Morning, Jamie. I just came out here to get a drink. I would've waited for you . . ."

James laughed and got to his feet and heading over to the fridge. "No biggie. I sure hope Gustavo doesn't push us too hard today. I'm really not in the mood."

Kendall smiled. "Are you ever?"

The day was pretty uneventful. A day full of dancing and harmonies. Although Kendall felt queasy at one point during one or Mr. X's crazy dance routines, there was no other sign that that morning hadn't just been a one-time thing.

But then in the late afternoon, Gustavo called them all into his office. "Dogs! Here I was, thinking you were getting better at dancing, and singing! But no! You're all average, or worse than average!" Kendall suddenly felt nauseous, and it wasn't to do with Gustavo's insults; he was used to them.

"Maybe you're busy with your stupid teenage lives, but that's no excuse for average-ness!"

Kendall clutched his stomach as he felt another wave of nausea. "Gustavo, can I be excused?"

"No, I'm not done yelling at you yet!"

"But—"

"Zip it, dog!"

Kendall sighed, then clutched his stomach again. He clapped a hand to his mouth. Oh God, he really didn't feel well . . .

"Kendall, are you alright?" Kelly asked, concern evident on her face.

Kendall shook his head, retching as he doubled over. By now James, Carlos and Logan were all crowded around him. James draped a hand around Kendall's waist, holding him up. "Kendall?"

Only Carlos seemed to realise, and he quickly handed Kendall the trash can from beside Gustavo's desk. Kendall grabbed it and promptly threw up whatever was left in his stomach. He knelt there, dry heaving for what felt like hours. He could feel a hand rubbing his back in an attempt to soothe him. He didn't know who it was, and at that moment he didn't care.

Finally, he dared look up. Gustavo looked shocked. Kelly looked sympathetic. "Maybe you should go home," she said gently.

Kendall nodded, biting his lip. He stood up, swaying on his feet. James grabbed his arm to steady him, leading him out of the office. Logan dashed into the room with all the coffee and shit and came out with a bottle of water. "Here," he handed it to Kendall, who gave a small smile in thanks.

Kendall took a sip, feeling a teeny tiny bit better. "I hope Gustavo isn't pissed at me."

"Who cares what he thinks?" Carlos said with a wave of his hand. "Besides, he can by a new trash can."

"Hold on." Logan looks amazed. "You care if Gustavo is mad at you? You must be really sick!"

Kendall barely smiled.

The limo ride back to the apartment was quiet. Kendall rested his head against James's shoulder and let his eyes drift shut, suddenly exhausted. James ran his fingers through his soft blonde hair, only rolling his eyes when Carlos made kissing faces at him.

They arrived back at the Palmwoods, and James slowly nudged Kendall awake. "Kendall, baby. We're back." Kendall's fluttered open. He gave a muffled yawn and sat up.

Logan and Carlos leaped out of the limo, running off to the pool. James got out too, holding out a hand for Kendall to take. Kendall, after stating that he wasn't a girl, took James's hand and got out of the car. As he stood up, a wave of dizziness washed over him and his knees gave way. James held him up. "Are you ok?"

Kendall nodded, straightening up. "I just felt a little faint. I'm fine now."

James nodded, though he didn't look convinced. "C'mon let's go upstairs and watch a movie or something."

"Ok." They walked across the lobby and over to the elevator, hand in hand. James pushed the button, and after a few seconds the doors opened.

Jett was in the elevator. He smiled in greeting at Kendall. "Hey, Kendall. What's up?" His eyes strayed downward for a second, and he spotted their intertwined fingers. He looked back up, his smile faltering.

"Oh, just to let you know," James said with a grin. "We're dating now."

With a very forced smile, Jett replied, "That's cool. Catch you later, Kendall." He walked away.

James stepped into the elevator, grinning from ear to ear. Kendall rolled his eyes at him. "Unnecessary."

"Yeah, but it was fun," James replied.

The doors opened again and they both stepped out. "Hey, Jamie, I hope you realise that Jett's still my friend and I'm gonna hang out with him, even if you hate it."

James sighed. "I figured as much. You'd probably punch me if I suggested otherwise."

"Yes, I would've," Kendall replied with a wink. They went inside the apartment. Katie was sitting on the couch, watching—

"Twilight?" James said, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "Seriously?"

"It's Eclipse, now shush!" Katie snapped.

"Besides, you know we're only watching for Taylor," Camille added. James hadn't even noticed, but she and Stephanie were there too.

Kendall turned to James. "I'll be right back." He went into the bathroom, and James sat down on the couch, arms folded.

"What's so good about Wolf Boy anyway?" James demanded in an undertone.

"His abs," Katie, Stephanie and Camille said at the same time, staring intently at the TV.

Kendall came back and walked over to where James was sitting. Before he could sit down himself, James grabbed him by the hips and pulled him onto his lap. Kendall rested on James's shoulder again, legs sprawled on the couch. "If it makes you feel any better," Kendall murmured in James's ear. "Your abs are way hotter than Wolf Boy's."

James smiled, turning and pressing a kiss to Kendall's temple. "Thanks. That did make me feel better."

"Shush!" three female voices chorused.


Tuesday wasn't much better. He threw up twice in the morning, once in the middle of the night. His head hurt throughout the whole day, and when he got up to go to the bathroom, everything started spinning for a minute or two. It was awful. But he just pushed it aside, firmly telling himself that it would go away.

On Wednesday, he actually did faint. The day started the way it had Monday and Tuesday; a headache and some more vomiting. He got dresses and had breakfast, which was just half an apple. He didn't want to eat much.

"Kendall, are you on a diet or something?" James asked, as he, Carlos and Logan dug into tall heaps of pancakes. "Because if you are, you need to stop. Now." He smiled sweetly. "You look perfect the way you are."

Carlos "Aww"ed and made kissy faces for what felt like the millionth time that week. Kendall ignored him and smiled back at James. "Thanks, Jamie. And no, I'm not dieting. I'm just not hungry. I'll eat later."

Carlos hopped out of his chair and ran towards the door. "I'm going to the pool now!"

The door slammed loudly, and Kendall felt a searing pain in his head, followed by that lightheaded feeling. When he looked up, James and Logan's faces seemed to blur and spin, and their voices seemed muffled and distant for a moment.

He then realised what they were saying. "Wanna go down with him, James? Kendall?"

Kendall barely managed a nod. His head was still spinning. He saw Logan walk over towards the door, and James too. Determined not to show how he was feeling, he quickly got to his feet.

This was a mistake. Everything just spun faster, and the next thing he knew, the ground came flying up to meet him and everything went dark.

When he heard the thump, James looked around to see Kendall land on the floor in a heap. He felt horror course through him when his boyfriend didn't get back up. "Kendall!"

James fell to his knees next to him, shaking him gently by the shoulder. "Kendall, baby?"

He didn't stir, so James picked him up and carried him into their shared room. "Is he alright?" Logan asked anxiously, following him in and watching as James set his boyfriend down on his bed.

"I dunno," James replied, feeling totally useless. "He just collapsed, out of nowhere!"

Logan placed a hand on Kendall's forehead. "He's got a bit of a fever," he said worriedly. "You know, he probably has the flu. It would explain why he's been throwing up all week."

James sighed. "Poor Kendall. He hates being sick." He smiled suddenly. "Hey, remember that time in 7th Grade when I had that really bad cold and you three came to visit me? You all ended up getting sick and our moms had us all sitting on my couch wrapped up in blankets."

Logan chuckled. "Yeah, that was pretty funny." He started walking towards the door. "Maybe we should just let him rest for a while. Come to the pool with me. He'll be awake when you come back, I guarantee it."

James couldn't help smiling. "Ok."

Kendall did wake up a while later, with a fever and a sore head. Oh, joy.

Thursday followed the now regular routine. Sickness in the morning, dizziness in the afternoon, headaches at night, and exhaustion pretty much all day long. He was really getting sick—bad word to use—of this. Dancing now caused him serious discomfort. He was starting to think that maybe he should try to find out what was wrong with him, but he just firmly told himself that it would go away.

Friday was the same. Then on Saturday, his best friend put his foot down.

It started with the usual morning sickness. James and Carlos had to go in to Rocque Records and record some solos, while Kendall and Logan had to go in the next day. He didn't really feel like doing anything at that moment. Logan was sitting on the bright orange couch and watching TV. Kendall walked over and sat next to him. "Hey," he said dully, leaning back.

"Hey," Logan replied. "How are you feeling?"

"Ok," Kendall said, a little confused. "It was just a fainting spell. No big deal."

Logan just gave him an 'I'm not stupid' look and got to his feet. "Then, how about we go and do something fun?"

Kendall got up too. And staggered, Logan holding him up. "I caught you out, didn't I?"

Kendall just tried to straighten up. Logan continued. "Kendall, I think you should see a doctor. This has been going on for a week now!"

"I'm fine, Logan," Kendall snapped angrily, not in the mood to talk, or to ask how Logan knew it had been going on. He pulled out of Logan's grip and suddenly felt that now horribly familiar feeling in this stomach. "Shit . . ." He only just made it to the bathroom that time, practically holding onto the toilet seat for dear life. He took a few deep shuddering breaths, before sitting up and resting his back against the wall. He looked up and saw Logan standing at the door. "Well, there goes breakfast," He said half-jokingly.

The smart boy didn't smile; in fact, his frown got bigger. "I'm gonna get you a glass of water." He left, and after a few seconds, Kendall got to his feet, using the wall for support as he felt another familiar wave of light-headedness. And now he had a headache too. Great.

He walked into the kitchen, and Logan handed him a glass of water. "Thanks, Logie."

"No problem."

Kendall gulped the water down. "So, what are you doing now? Going to the pool? Reading?"

Logan smirked. "Funny you should ask." He took the empty glass and dumped it on the counter.

"Huh?"

"What I'm doing is taking you to the doctor," Logan said cheerfully, before grabbing hold of Kendall's arm and dragging him down the hallway. "I don't need to see a doctor! I hate doctors!" Kendall whined, struggling. Logan glared at him.

"Oh, no offence to you, Logie." He was shoved into the elevator and before he could jump back out, the doors shut.

"Kendall, it could be something serious," Logan said. "You've been throwing up everything you eat, you nearly fainted twice, you actually did faint once, you have a fever, and you're moody! And don't deny it, because I know everything! And now I'm taking you to the freaking doctor!"

Kendall groaned. "Fine."

The car ride to the hospital was silent; Kendall was sitting with his arms folded, pouting. Logan's hands were gripping the steering wheel as he stared determinedly ahead of him. They could've gone to Doctor Hollywood, but he was . . . well, he was useless. Plus, they didn't think chainsaws would solve any of their problems.

Sitting in the waiting room was nerve-wracking for Kendall. He hated hospitals; they just made him think of sickness and death. It was horrible. He didn't understand how Logan had always wanted to spend all his working time in one of these hellholes. Thankfully, there weren't many appointments for just a simple check-up, so after Logan had a quick word with the receptionist, it didn't take long before they were called in to the office behind the large double doors.

Kendall and Logan walked in, and Kendall reluctantly sat on the examining table. "I don't wanna be here right now."

Logan just shrugged. Then the doctor, who looked about thirty, walked in. She pushed a lock of dark hair behind her ear and smiled. "Hello there, I'm Ellen. I take it you're today's lucky patient?"

Kendall grunted.

"And you are . . .?"

"Kendall Knight," he mumbled. She wrote it down on her clipboard. "Alright, what seems to be the problem, Kendall?"

Kendall was about to speak when Logan interrupted him. "He's been throwing up all week, he fainted once or twice, he's moody and he's got a fever."

"Ah. Ok then. This won't take too long."

She took blood tests, checked his eyes and ears, looked at his temperature, heartbeat and weight, and did about a million other things that Kendall didn't understand. "Right. I'll just go and check out the results of the tests. I'll be right back." She left the room, and Kendall and Logan were left alone.

"Kendall?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I tell you something?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"Just promise not to judge me."

Kendall almost rolled his eyes. "I won't."

"I think I'm in love with Carlos."

There was silence for a few seconds. Then Kendall slowly said, "Well, that was really random."

Logan gave a small smile. "I know. But . . . I really needed to get it off my chest."

Kendall smiled back. "I think it's great." He paused. "Though I'm not sure how Gustavo will react when he finds out all his band members are paired off with each other."

"Huh?" Logan looked confused. "I said I like him, I never said we were together."

This time Kendall did roll his eyes. "Logan you're so clueless. Carlos likes you too. You should see the way he stares at you. It's actually kind of creepy."

Logan smiled the widest Kendall had ever seen. "Really?"

"Yep."

Ellen walked back in, pulling some kind of weird machine with a screen on the top behind her. "Hey, Kendall, I'm just going to give you an ultrasound real quick, ok?"

"Why?" Logan-the-future-doctor asked.

"I just want to check something out," she replied quickly. "Ok, Kendall, lie down and lift your shirt up."

Kendall did, and she spread some weird cold blue gel over his abdomen. Kendall shivered, staring at the ceiling. He glanced at the doctor and saw her get some remote thing and move it slowly across his stomach, staring intently at the screen at the same time. She frowned thoughtfully. "Now, that's very interesting . . ."

"What is?" Logan asked impatiently.

"Um . . . well . . ." She took a deep breath. "You're not gonna believe this . . ."

Kendall waited. Logan waited.

"You're pregnant, honey."

Well, I bet nobody expected THAT! Hehe . . . please review!